The Bamboo Bridge

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a bridge stretched and where to end

i know not where the point to bend

ignored the weights the hold to carry

enough heavy loads to be called a mighty

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an ace done in sturdy bamboo finished

art form though rough spots were not wished

life guaranteed and survived to last

the anger of the sun, rain and dust

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suffered the injury the hurt it endured

being stepped upon the safety was ensured

more ways than one the manner you’ve crossed

created a shake boldness in you withdrawn

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unmindful as you walked when you saw the bend

sad turn of events at times had to end

lives were down bitter times should not extend

like a bamboo bridge strong to be a friend

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Remembered

by : Bacardi Gold

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browsing old pieces of gathered thoughts

olden eyes flipping through written voices

collections of cold more remote yellowed posts

reading lines in between the frozen bridges

wandered through scenes on dusty episodes

believing not fully obscurity in doubt

amazed remembered suddenly recalled

authorship owned without a blocking cloud

sharp mind worn-out years has claimed

prized golden goal forgotten and regained

respect the shared times of a sharpened pen

a truthful mind is never to be blamed

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I want to return to the city…

by : Bacardi Gold
17/Jul/2020

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It’s the rainy season again and the lockdown is sustaining its anchor in parts of the metropolis. Here in the province, its seems to manifest in the society about the dangers of being complacent about the virus. Strict measures were imposed during the pandemic and it paid off, so to speak.

Here I am, not being able to go back to the capital, squeezing the monotony of sleeping- late and waking-late habit to the limit. Watching TV programs on a bad reception was really a visual irritant to the eyes with only three channels to hatefully choose and accept as the remaining stations in the province. The better one was purposely chained to oblivion.

In time, I’ll be at the airport for the flight back to where I live with me, myself, and I. Passes are my only glitch that clog my system to grow my wings and quickly pack my things up for the flight anytime. This pandemic made our lives slow moving.

Listening to music on a Made in China bluetooth speaker makes me feel guilty of not honoring my membership to boycott Made In China products. Just yesterday, I went to the city to buy my medicines and paid my overdue bills. The thought of buying a small speaker for my laptop popped up. Choosing what brand to buy was effortless. Majority of the products they sell were china made. Can’t do anything, the price was cheap for a JBL bluetooth speaker.

I don’t mind quitting and throwing out my membership the next morning. It’s just a key away to make it happen. I should have kept it to get on the “heroic” act being waged worldwide in the internet. Anyways, no one knew about my membership in a hate post in FB but myself. The post now has one less minute voice shouting their slogan.

For now, anticipating a fresh rose-colored chance on finding some stimuli to make myself more active and lively in the days to come. Getting for my passes needed for the travel back to Manila where my yearning points, will be my triumph.


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Inspire Me…

I’m waiting for a spark to strike me to begin a topic of discussion. Something that will ignite my mind and feelings to write. It hasn’t come to me at this moment. Maybe at the stretch of this piece it will come slowly and without my knowledge this writing is finished.

Inspiration ! This is what I am waiting for. Ideas. Feelings. Arousal of my mind. I still can’t advance the continuance of what I am looking for. Maybe I have to concentrate a little more. I have to do away with a little disturbance. But the distraction is making me think deeply enough. Hoping my train of thoughts would not be disturbed and break its continuity. Again, concentrate.

An inspiration is what I need to start coining some phrases and conceiving it as a sentence. Agreeing to what it means needs a little pondering of the mind. Sentence construction is of the essence. Stanzas will be formed as my sentences are grouped to one thought or scene.

Inspire me more !

Express a thought one after another. Write what my mind is reeling at the moment. Continue until it stop. Stoppage gives me the chance to think further to give me more millage. Continue as I begin again to step on the pedal of speed.

Is it time to end? Have my ideas been expressed to the limit? Tenses and others, checked? Did I picture it right about my ideas and views of what I have expressed in my sentences? The whole stanzas? The whole piece? Was it the truth?

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Let me begin with…

I find it hard to start writing an article right now. My mind just don’t function well. I’m looking for an inspiration for my consciousness to start grinding words to take off from my dusty brain. I just can’t begin a sensible and familiar topic to talk about. So, I’ve made up my mind to just copy paste one of my works from my previous wordpress website. I made a little correction along the way while reviewing it. It’s a poem for children.

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THE BALLOON, AND THE CHILD’S WISH

he tossed a balloon into the air

it flew up as he made a blank stare

it went up, up, up, and then away

until it hid behind the clouds of gray

he wondered what has happened to it

when it continued to soar like a fighter jet

would it reach Heaven and be on the list

as one of the angels that ever exist

when would it come down and land on the lawn

would it take time just before the break of dawn

would it still be round and clean and without dirt

or would it be full of craters like the moon of the earth

he didn’t know the answer so he did just wait

he’ll be there at the window to rest its fate

did it reach Heaven, did St. Peter made a plea

he just wished and said,  “His Rooster will bring it back to me…”

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QUOTES/QUOTATIONS – Living the best in life…

Life has its twists and turns. Whatever is the twist in your life just continue living and take the chance for the better and overcome the odds that’s on your way. Believe in yourself that you can make it. Change for the betterment of yourself.

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